Conjuring Songtext
von Khamsin

Days on end
Every moment in one bound in fate
Every thought a grip on your string, but
No act of conjuring
Will make you appear again

I quake in your absence
Drop my obligations and
Pick up the last of your Afghan seeds
Goldenrod wreaths and wildcat shrieks
We lock our knees and faint in the heat
Recoil in the wake, and feign a stable footing
To sink down into your car flip schemes
With Pennyrile skies
And final goodbyes
I′ll shut my eyes and break with the line


Death, I've found your sting
It flows through us all
Replacing everything
Lie in place
Call my name
I′d be first in line just to see your face

Pace through a memory
Latching onto everything
I know that keeps it flooding back
Alopecia thin and
Punchline grins
I'll sink back in this sermon skin
I sink back in

Death, I've found your sting
It flows through us all
Replacing everything
Lie in place
Call my name
I′d be first in line just to see your face

Days on end
Every moment in one bound in fate
Every thought a grip on your string, but
No act of conjuring
Will make you appear again